Deep In the Night
Caught in in a whirlwind of duties
obligations and responsibilities
she wonders ...
how can I be
the girl I am
and the woman
I am expected to be...
managing...
work...
errands endless responsiblities ...
Am I to grow old fulfilling these...
Where is the girl I used to be...
the one
who would wait until
it was now or never
before completing any chores.
Fun was what she wanted....
Excitemnet ...
glamour...
seaside walks
country rides
atop a faithful friend...
deep into the southern sultry nights
she would glide as
the wind carried her to him...
Touching the air
as she reaches to him...
It is now cold and drawn...
unyeilding...
The moon watches sadly
as she waits
he does not come...
only the sounds of the night
moonlight and shadows to comfort her...
The chill of the night is colder now.
Deep longing for his touch...
soft lips melding into the vapor...
bodies as one
in the deep ebony light...
Oh where and who am I my mind questions...
I cannot live in dreams...
As I set atop Thunder my heart wonders ...
where is the girl in me...
Who am I ...
Do I still love him...
many thingsssss...
Why can I not reach to him
in the real life...
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